Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1887-06-05
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When Sarah Bernhardt drove up in
front Of the Columbia Theater. last
Saturday evening writes Eugene Field
and waited for her ancient and tardy
valet 20 come TO assist her from her
co0pay. she was meifably shocked to
see a moustrous three-sheet poster
pasted up on the billboard at the en-
trance To the iheater. This poster an
uounced Gin the seven colors of the
irisl that, beginning with tomorrow
night and continuing for week there
after. Blythe's Only Original and GEN
uine Georgia Minstrels would hold
high carnival upon the boards which
The divine Sarah herself had hallowed
with her tread. The divine Sarah is.
rs perhaps the public is aware. not the
most cgeb tempered. creature in the
world. This taWdry PROCLAMATION sent
the bile c0ursing through every artery
and vein in her system, When her
veutus sccondus came to her she gasped
" Mong AeWs" then she cried Par
blew, aud q moment thereafter she
shriekel Sackrer blew :" Immedi-
ately following the mOnosyllahic tril-
0gy there burst from her pale. thin
lips a stentorian soliloquy which we
shall not attempt Ia record suffice il
% say that It partook so largely Of the
character Of the proianatory explosives
that the atmosphere cirCumambient
and eircumj aren't wac bluej IN fact.
(to use the French for itD" tray blue
Monsieur Alphonse, the ancient lac
quev, came busting from the theater
20 lind his sweet mistress lettering as
il werel upon the very verge of hys-
terics and great was his Consideration.
Manager j. VI. Hin, too. rushed down
from his private oflice, bounding FIVE
steps az a time, and in a moment was
az the door OF the coopay
Mong dew !" muaued Sarah. her
lips aud nostsils flecked With foau
" Tell me, demanded Col. Hill, " tell
me what has happened Has anybody
squeezed her hand Has any passing
loafer wjnked at herr | have been
expecting some spicy denoomong all
the week for heavens sake speak.
woman. and tell me il It has come at
last r'
But all that Sarah could do was TO
point one quiyeTing index finger az the
awful three-,hert poster and sob,
mons dew.
IS DO vhat9" asked Col. Iiin.
" Par bicwl cried sarah.
= Blit what iid be blow ~ demand
n The now acknowledgement maH'
ager.
oh, zat bill-At mecnstril bill "'
moansd sarah. e, link he shall make
A.. ola -
= spie7' >Dils whr mean You.
monE share asked the Colonel, in
the imprisoned. utc-like tones Of a
Bomeaclimbiug up Margaret Capulet's
nope latldtr .4f -..-...
' For q week. said sarah. bitterly,
"t hat been doing az Erond trazhadee
for zis purhleck, oud nnC us Saturday
hat done Tsgoddayre one times and
I 30 him tonight NeAin Is us not.an
consult to ~ great sarah 20 put zis
meeDstril hili in us thesrcr while Sarah
gez here Take him down toat sweet
else do not play tonight
= SsRsh nle>at 6, too. She vas assist
- mic hers ,irt Ssine-rootQ and plared
on a sofa where She lay VasPius anal
sohbtrg and plugking out her hair in
Wild. foreign way. There was but one
alternative three-sheei poster had
% come down.